Ton-Up Reapers - Chapter III : Bloody Money

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The Man They Called 'THOR'

(100% Fact, he was swallowed up by the Fuckin' world)

 

It started on a quiet Tuesday afternoon at Iron Tone Cafe rain outside, cigarette smoke hanging low above the counter. Charles was behind the bar, sleeves rolled up, polishing chrome and pouring shots of espresso. That’s when he walked in. Tall, coat draped over his shoulders, eyes cold like winter steel. He didn’t say much just ordered “something strong, black, and worth my time.” He looked for Maddox, but he was unlucky because the person he was looking for was not there. Charles nodded and made him his best Ace Espresso the kind that could sober a man or make him remember why he never quit drinking. The stranger only gave a faint grin, then tapped his fingers once on the counter. “Name’s Thor,” he said  just that, nothing more.

 

Two days later, Maddox, one of the cafe racer boys, came by and nearly spat out his beer when Charles mentioned the name. “Bloody hell, mate Thor? He’s the supplier. The big one. You don’t wanna get too close unless you’re ready to drown in white powder.” But curiosity was a cruel habit. Two months passed, and Charles found himself chasing the man’s ghost Thor had vanished. Crimson Samantha the bartender with a sharp tongue and a soft heart, slipped him a clue between her smokes. Then came Owney, another rocker tied in deeper than most. He gave Charles directions  broken leads, half-truths but they all pointed to the one place. The Night Club, centre of the city.

 

Charles found Fago near the front of the Night Club, grease on his hands, fear in his eyes. The man said Thor was gone, disappeared months ago no trace, no body, just silence. But Fago wasn’t blind to opportunity. Charles talked, offered partnership. The business was still alive it just needed new blood, new hands to keep the line breathing.

 

 

They didn’t shake yet. Just exchanged looks. A deal unspoken, waiting. The money was good, but Charles wasn’t done negotiating.

 

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The Man They Called 'THOR'

(100% Fact, he was swallowed up by the Fuckin' world)

 

It started on a quiet Tuesday afternoon at Iron Tone Cafe rain outside, cigarette smoke hanging low above the counter. Charles was behind the bar, sleeves rolled up, polishing chrome and pouring shots of espresso. That’s when he walked in. Tall, coat draped over his shoulders, eyes cold like winter steel. He didn’t say much just ordered “something strong, black, and worth my time.” He looked for Maddox, but he was unlucky because the person he was looking for was not there. Charles nodded and made him his best Ace Espresso the kind that could sober a man or make him remember why he never quit drinking. The stranger only gave a faint grin, then tapped his fingers once on the counter. “Name’s Thor,” he said  just that, nothing more.

 

Two days later, Maddox, one of the café racer boys, came by and nearly spat out his beer when Charles mentioned the name. “Bloody hell, mate Thor? He’s the supplier. The big one. You don’t wanna get too close unless you’re ready to drown in white powder.” But curiosity was a cruel habit. Two months passed, and Charles found himself chasing the man’s ghost Thor had vanished. Crimson Samantha the bartender with a sharp tongue and a soft heart, slipped him a clue between her smokes. Then came Owney, another rocker tied in deeper than most. He gave Charles directions  broken leads, half-truths but they all pointed to the one place. The Night Club, centre of the city.

 

Charles found Fago near the front of the Night Club, grease on his hands, fear in his eyes. The man said Thor was gone, disappeared months ago no trace, no body, just silence. But Fago wasn’t blind to opportunity. Charles talked, offered partnership. The business was still alive it just needed new blood, new hands to keep the line breathing.

 

 

They didn’t shake yet. Just exchanged looks. A deal unspoken, waiting. The money was good, but Charles wasn’t done negotiating.

 

 

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